Crossing the river at night is very dangerous, and it took a lot of time for the king's servants to cross the river until midnight, and the whole army crossed the river, leaving people and horses.

More than a dozen cavalrymen accidentally fell into the water and drowned in the river. The shrill call for help echoed in everyone's ears, seriously affecting morale.

Many people became silent, and did not speak after they got ashore, quietly wiped their bodies and put on their clothes.

Wang Fu was eager to make contributions and urged the soldiers to move forward quickly. Several Qu Junhou had no objection, but the ordinary knights complained and clamored that they refused to move forward, asking for a rest first and restore their physical strength.

Wang Fu was very annoyed and pulled out his battle knife and wanted to kill a few people to establish his authority. However, when he saw the crowd's emotions were angry, he was afraid of causing a mutiny, so he had to give up in disappointment.

Although he has a good background, he has no military achievements and lacks prestige and cannot respond to it at all.

When you are on the battlefield, there are enemies everywhere, and no one dares to really relax, especially in the royal costume.

It was cold at night, and he couldn't sleep with a cold air, so he could only walk back and forth in a cloak, looking at the distance from time to time.

Fu Luohan is somewhere, but he can't see it.

The uneasiness and cold made him feel confused and unable to concentrate on thinking. In order to kill time, he simply wandered among the soldiers and learned about the casualties.

After watching for a while, he felt a little relieved. There was not much casualties, but he was too tired. Many people fell asleep as soon as they lay down and snored loudly.

Wang Fu even envied them a little, and could fall asleep in such an environment.

When he was about to walk back, he suddenly saw a faint voice in the distance, monotonous and strange, unlike a normal accent. He listened intently for a moment and walked over quietly.

When he got closer, Wang Fu realized that it was a cavalryman. He sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering in his mouth, and didn't know what he was saying. He was about to get closer, but the cavalryman was alarmed, turned over and jumped up, held a knife in both hands, and shouted softly: "Who?"

This sound is Chinese.

"I." Wang Fu replied, his eyes tightened.

The cavalryman's hair was scattered, and this person might not be a Han person, but a Qiang person or a Hun person.

"It turned out to be the lieutenant." The cavalryman breathed a sigh of relief, put away his sword, bowed and bowed.

Wang Fu approached and took advantage of the starlight to take a closer look at the cavalry's hair. There was hair on his scalp, but it was very short.

"What's your name? Which song is it from?"

"Return to the lieutenant, my name is Uri, from the first team of the third song."

"Under Liu Meng's command?"

"Yes."

"Wuli, is his surname Wu? A native of the North?"

"Uh... no." Wuli pointed to the distance. "I am a Qiang native. My parents avoided the war and wanted to escape to the grassland. When they passed by a big zodiac named Wuli, they gave birth to me and called me Wuli."

"Daze?" Wang Fu's heart moved. "You mean, there is a Daze nearby?"

He had looked at the map and knew that there was a big zodiac near Shuofang City, but he didn't have a deep impression.

Because Shuofang City Chengyi was too far away, more than a hundred miles. At the beginning of the pursuit, he didn't expect that he would get lost here. He just thought he would chase Fu Luohan all the way, cut off his head, and then return along the Okawa Original Road.

If Daze is nearby, convince him not far from Shuofang City.

“Yes, it’s northeast.”

"How far is it?"

"This..." Uri looked around and shook his head in embarrassment. "I can't see clearly."

"Which direction is Guangmucheng in us?"

"It should be west." Wuli hesitated. "It's too dark and I can't see clearly. If it was daytime, I would definitely recognize it. When I was with the Grand Tutor... Dong Zhuozheng, I came here and worked as a guide."

"Are you Dong Zhuo's old subordinate?"

Uri was silent for a moment. "Yes. I followed Dong Zhuo first, and then Li Jue."

Wang Fu stared at Wuli for a moment, reached out and patted Wuli on the shoulder. "Tomorrow morning, find out our location and tell me immediately. If I can catch up with Fuluhan, I will remember you a great achievement."

"Really?" Uri raised his head in surprise and looked at Wangfu.

"Although my Wangfu cannot be compared with Ji Bu, I am not a gentleman, but once I say it, I will never go back on my word."

"Here."

The white horse lie down in copper and clothes, half asleep and half awake.

He couldn't sleep at all when he was alive.

What he was worried about was not that the Han army could not chase here but that he helped Luo Han.

Fu Luohan was defeated by the Han army and fled westward. Although he was defeated, the danger was still there.

The Han army had limited troops, but Fu Luohan had too many troops, and it was impossible to kill. Although the main force was defeated by the Han army, the real casualties would not exceed half. Most of the Xianbei people would escape and gather around Fu Luohan again.

Fu Luohan still had enough troops to fight back, but the rear battalion fell into the hands of the Han people and urgently needed supplies.

He may become Fu Luohan's target at any time and become the prey that Fu Luohan must restore his physical strength.

Such things happen every day on the grassland, and he is not surprised at all.

Life is so impermanent. Today is an ally, and tomorrow you may kill to the death.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the tent, and Baima Tong opened his eyes, but did not move, but just held the sword in his arms tighter.

"Master, it's dawn." A female slave walked into the tent and whispered: "Are you ready for breakfast now?"

Baima Tong turned his head slightly, and saw a corner outside the tent, and found that the naivety had already lit up, which was a little surprised.

He turned over and sat up. "Is there any movement outside?"

"No, very quiet."

Baima Tong frowned. Did Fu Luohan find a place or was killed by the Han people and didn't come to rob?

Where is he? Why did he feed on this night?

With his military strength, he would have thought that he would be defeated by the Han army, and the possibility of his escape with dry food was vague.

Or maybe he is lurking somewhere, waiting for himself to relax?

Baima Tong thought, turned over and sat up and walked out of the big tent.

Thousands of tents were scattered by the big siege, and many people had already stood up, but were mainly women. They were busy cooking, feeding cattle and sheep, and most of the men were still sleeping in the tents, and few men got up early, checking weapons, war horses, or helping women with work.

The children are sleepy and before they get up, so it's still quiet outside. When the sun comes out and breakfast is over, their carefree laughter will spread all over the camp.

Baima Tong turned his head and looked at the tent beside him, with a smile on his lips.

There lived his beloved women and children.

The smile just appeared, and the war horse tied beside him suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance, digging the ground uneasily.

Baima Tong was shocked and asked his personal guards to prepare for the war, while running towards the war horses and jumping onto the horses.

Sitting on the horse's back, looking further.

He saw several cavalry galloping on the horizon, and behind him, the smoke and dust rolling into the sky, even obscuring the rising sun that had not yet appeared, making the world dark.

The sound of warning horns sounded in the distance, breaking the tranquility of the camp.

Baima Tong sighed and ordered people to blow the trumpet and prepare to fight.

What is due will come.
Chapter completed!